Screaming bloody murder at the doctors office
Today was Maelie’s 18 month well child checkup. Everything was going as planned. Claire and Luca were being very helpful, sitting in a shared chair against the wall, Mae sitting on the exam table. She was checked over and deemed to be growing right on target.
Maelie got one shot and did surprisingly well.
Then I asked if it would be OK if Claire and Luca got their flu shots. You know, to save me a trip.
Luca started out by whining, “But I don’t want a shot, mama. I don’t waaaaaant a shot!”
Then Claire chimed in, “Yah, mama. We don’t want shots!”
The nurse came in ready to give them their shots and Luca started crying. It took about a minute for me to calm him down enough for the nurse to stick him in the leg and then he was fine. In fact, after his shot he immediately said, “Oh! OK!”
Claire, on the other hand was bawling in her chair. She looks away when Mae gets her shot with a tear, so I knew this would be a challenge. But last year, she was super brave and got her shot in her arm and was super proud of herself.
This year? No. Not at all. It was awful.
I work with all these doctors at the hospital, since I take my kids to a family practice and not a pediatrician. (There’s really no difference between the two, in my opinion.) So I was embarrassed for that. Not to mention that we were in a room at the very back of the building and her screams were heard all the way to the waiting area. She disrupted exams that were taking place and boy did I get a lot of sympathetic looks when we emerged from the exam room. I can’t be angry with her, but she really tested me. And it ended up being ridiculously traumatic for her. I ended up having to hold her on my lap while using my legs to hold her legs still and held her arms to her chest while she drooled all over me from screaming. She was like a rabid beast.
And after she got her shot?
“Oh! OK!” with a smile.
So lesson learned. Don’t take three kids to the doctors office, all needing to get shots without first taking Valium.
This is a really bad time to not be able to drink.
(This was taken while waiting for the nurse to bring the shots in. Mae’s saying, “Cheese.”)